"It's my Lord!" Pang Shan turned around and left.
"You ..."
"Shut up!" Xiao ran berated.
With a point of his finger, a burst of finger force shot into the Marquis of Eastern desolation's body, stopping him from saying anything else.
He looked at the remaining people and ordered.
"Leave two people here to guard this place. The rest of you, follow me outside to welcome the Marshal!"
He left quickly.
They left the tent.
The light rain was heavy, and a heavy downpour fell from the nine Heavens. It mixed with the strong wind, and as it whistled, it rolled with a huge momentum.
His vision was blurry, blocking his senses.
"Even the heavens are on our side." Xiao ran thought.
"Let's go!"
He took the lead, a group of traitors and more than one thousand soldiers following behind him.
The rest of the people would guard the tent.
Pang Shan caught up from the side."My Lord, I've already informed the Marshal. They'll be here soon. "
